When I stepped into the room the first thing that caught my eye were her panties. Bright pink, they were so different and contrasting just laying on the pale carpet.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. After all, why were they there? This is my bedroom and I don’t wear panties. Well, I do , but I hadn’t worn these. Besides, who knew I wore panties. Then my face flushed with the thought that maybe my mother did know. I always thought I was so very careful. I had been aware of how